Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

his pajamas, lay stiffly next to Amelia. Neither crossed the line to each other's side

inhaled the lingering scent of Amelia's shower gel, his senses overwhelmed by her warmth

fire stirred

being a restrained gentleman, it was pure torture to lay next to the love

of scent tickled his

leaned in, the loose shirt slipped past her shoulders and

of his heart, Steven closed his eyes so as

clung to his ear, and he

red-rimmed eyes, the sweat

"Take me, Steve."

by lust, he

a thick

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